The air in this dump is always so damn suffocating.

I thought kicking off my boots and crashing on this messy bed would be enough to shut my brain off, but the heavy shadows in this room just make the heat under my skin worse. It's like a fever I can't sweat out. My clothes feel too tight, the fabric scraping against my skin, and my hands... they're moving on their own, trying to find some kind of release from this pent-up frustration.

It's pathetic, right? You standing there in the dark, watching me pant and mess myself up like this. But honestly... I don't care anymore. If you're going to stare, then don't you dare look away now. Watch me burn it all out.

路德·舒亞布雷克：燒盡腦海中的垃圾 🗑️🔥

這個破地方的空氣總是不知好歹地讓人窒息。

我本以為踢掉鞋子、倒在這張亂七八糟的床上就能讓大腦停止運轉，但房間裡沉重的陰影只會讓我皮膚底下的燥熱感越來越明顯。就像是一場發不出汗的高燒。衣服感覺太緊了，布料摩擦著皮膚，而我的手……它們像是有自己的意識一樣，試圖從這種壓抑的煩躁中找到宣洩的出口。

很可悲吧？你竟然就站在黑暗中，看著我喘息、把自己弄得一團糟。但老實說……我已經無所謂了。如果你打算盯著我看，現在就不准移開視線。看著我把這一切燥熱都燒盡吧。